Zel-kun’s Words

Zai’s closet broke yesterday.  Hundreds of pounds and thousands of dollars worth of clothing came crashing down to the ground.

She yelled at me as I was getting out of the shower, “We have a BIG problem here!  Really big!  Super huge!”  I thought the cat died or there was a fire in the apartment, or maybe even someone was shooting at us.  So I put on my robe and ran out of the bathroom.

“What’s going on,” I ask.  She leads me to her closet, where the rack that held her clothes had ripped out of the wall, just like I had warned her it would when we first moved in.  I probably could have made a better judgement call at this point, but no.

I began laughing.  I laughed as though I had never seen anything funnier in all my life.  I laughed at the hole in the wall, I laughed at the aged wood that had been ripped apart when the screw came out, I laughed at the plaster covering the overpriced designer clothes.

A lesser woman would have punched me in the mouth at this point.  A lesser woman would have stormed off and made sure I slept on the couch for the next month.  A lesser woman would have walked out on me ages ago.

Fortunately Zai understands my odd sense of humor, and settled for just giving me frustrated looks throughout the cleanup process.

We re-secured the shelf, and she agreed she needs to get rid of about half the things on it, so hopefully it won’t happen again.

In the meantime, I’ll get to work on the next installment of the crusader, which should be up in a few days.  There’s already a draft, it just needs a re-write.

Zel-kun out.